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G/S Capers: Part 2
G/S Capers, Part 2:
The Return of SPAM!
By Psycho, Blackeyez, and N. Igma
Narrator: When we last left our heroes, the entities had promised Josh,
Matt, and Ian new Pokémon. But when the hooded hepcats never showed up, our
heroes made a VERY quick journey to Mt. Moon (they must have been fast, it
only took one fic!) only to find the entities' palace.
Ash: Turned upside down and inside out!
Josh: (sings old Salt-and-Pepa song) Upsiiide dowwwwn.insiiide ouuuuut.round
and round! (Misty bashes him with her trusty mallet)
Matt: Maybe it was sabotage!
Ian: Team Rocket couldn't have found the entities' palace!
Brock: Hey! It's Dark Porygon!
(Dark Porygon is slumped in a corner. Our heroes run over to their badly
beaten blocky buddy.)
Josh: Hey DP, what happened here?
Dark Porygon: It's-a-long-story.a-flashback-would-be-appropriate-here.
(A flashback starts on the 70-inch main computer monitor)
(Psycho and Screech, the supersonic-voiced ex-SPAM girl, are in a lip-lock
on the couch)
Our heroes: HOLY CRAP!!!
Dark Porygon: Do-not-interrupt-the-flashback.
START OF FLASHBACK
Psycho: (comes out of kiss) Whoa.
Screech: You know, these things are why I'm glad I left SPAM. You were
actually the main reason.
Psycho: (still dazed) Whoa.like really?
Screech: Yeah.(starts kissing him again)
(Blackeyez walks in)
Blackeyez: WHAT THE.(stops himself from cursing) ERRRGGGHHH!!! (Psycho and
Screech jump about ten feet into the air) GO DO THAT SOMEWHERE ELSE!
Psycho: You're.you're justht jealousth!
Blackeyez: (blushing) Am not!
N. Igma: Boys, boys! What's this all about?
Psycho: He yelled at usth!
Blackeyez: He said I'm jealous!
N. Igma: Jealous? How could you be jealous of Psycho?!
Screech: Yeah, how could you be jealous of poor little Psycho? (Kisses him
on the cheek)
N. Igma: Now stop that!
Psycho: Sthee? Now YOU'RE jealousth!
N. Igma: (two red spots appear under N. Igma's eyes) Am not!
Psycho: Look, you're blushthing too!
Screech: I guess I'd better go. (Gets purse) Byyyyyyye, Psycho.(leaves)
Psycho: Sthhe'sth. sthhe'sth sthomethin' elsthe!
Blackeyez: Yeah.and something ELSE is what you'd better be doing, right now!
Outside.
Screech: Oh, Psycho.you're such a great guy.I really wish I had quit SPAM.I
really hate lying.but I've got to keep you safe from those evil maniacs!
(Two hands grab her shoulders)
???: Someone say "evil maniac"?
Screech: N. Cognito!
N. Cognito: You got it, baby. (SPAM comes out of the dark. Its members are
Chameleon, a scrawny guy with a lizard-like face who can change his
coloring, Professor Smartypants, who has a human-like head with a large
cranium with huge pants over his cloak, and Muggsy, a big muscular guy.)
Welcome back from your latest spy mission. I'd like you to meet our latest
member.
(An entity walks up. Well actually, he doesn't walk, unlike other entities
he has no legs, so he hovers above the ground. Sticking out of his hood is a
head which looks like a Ditto, but it's eyes are big and sinister looking,
and he bears an evil grin.)
Mysterious entity: Greetings. I am Xerox, able to make myself look like
anyone.
Screech: Um, hi.
N. Cognito: Sooo, did you find out how to get in yet? We've been trying for
five fics, and every time you're wrong about how to get in! So where is the
secret entrance already?!
Screech: Uhhhh.yeah! You have to go around the back. Yeah, the back.
Chameleon: Didn't she suggest that last week?
Screech: SHADDAP!!! (Everyone is dazed except Muggsy, who is immune to the
screech) If you want my help, you have to trust me. Now come on, I'll show
you how it's done.
(They walk around the back. Screech presses part of the wall and a keypad
pops up. She punches in a code and an intercom comes out of the wall.)
Screech: Now, you have to say the password. It's "LEMME IN RIGHT NOW,
BUSTER!"
N. Cognito: Are you sure? I doubt even my goody-two-shoes brother would use
something that simple.
Screech: Well, uh, Psycho did it. Yeah! Psycho made it up!
N. Cognito: Okay. (Presses button on intercom) LEMME IN RIGHT NOW, BUSTER!
Pre-recorded voice message: That is not the correct code phrase. It is also
very impolite. You shall be punished.
(An avalanche of rocks drops on SPAM's heads)
SPAM: AIEEEEE!!!! (They get buried as Screech jumps out of the way.)
Pre-recorded voice message: Have a nice day. (Goes back into the wall)
(Muggsy crawls out from the rubble and lifts big rocks three time his size
off his team members.)
N. Cognito: Uggghhh.well that hurt. Good thing this is a fanfic, or I'd be
dead.
Smartypants: Pretty funny how Screech jumped out of the way just in the nick
of time.
Chameleon: Maybe she's faster than we thought.
Xerox: Hey, Big N! (Whispers in N. Cognito's ear)
N. Cognito: WHAT?! WHY THAT LITTLE.hmmm. So that's it. Heheheheheh.
Screech: Ooops, looks like I was wrong again. Looks like we better go back
to camp and spend all day tending to our wounds and preparing our next
attack tomorrow.
N. Cognito: NOT SO FAST! You're not getting away that easy!!!
Screech: Gulp.
N. Cognito: (puts arm around her shoulders) Screechy-honey, why you so
worried? We're not MAD you made us screw up. We're not gonna HURT you or
anything.
Screech: Phew!
N. Cognito: I mean, it could happen to anybody. Even when they've had access
to that stinkin' palace for almost two weeks, but hey! It's no problem. Even
though it's like you're giving us false information on purpose.but you'd
never do that, right?
Screech: Yeah.uh, sure.
N. Cognito: You'd never betray us?
Screech: Yeah.
N. Cognito: Never help those dumb nice-guy entities?
Screech: Yeah.
N. Cognito: Screech?
Screech: Yeah?
N. Cognito: You're lying.
(All of SPAM jumps on Screech and ties her up)
N. Cognito: Bwa ha ha haaa! You REALLY think I was going to fall for that?
Screech: Well, you have for two weeks.
N. Cognito: Silence, traitor! Thanks to Xerox here, we finally caught you.
Xerox: I heard your whole little private conversation outside of N. Igma's
front door. You know, you shouldn't talk to yourself. People will think
you're crazy.
N. Cognito: Well, I think you were crazy to think you could get away with
helping those stupid writers!
Chameleon: I knew it was her all the time, boss!
Muggsy: Suck-up.
Screech: I can't believe I've been caught!!
Reiko: I know the feeling, Screech-san.
Blackeyez: Where'd she come from?!
Cameron Fusterman: Speaking of which, you stole our START OF FLASHBACK and
END OF FLASHBACK thingies too!
N. Igma: Get out of here!
Blackeyez: Yeah! We don't cross over to Zeth's Pokémon Library until next
fic--whoops!
N. Igma: Nice one, Blackie. You just gave away our plot.
N. Cognito: Now, Screech my dear, tell us how to get into the palace, orrrr.
Screech: Or what?
N. Cognito: Or I'll use THIS!!! (Whips out short wooden club with two words
printed on the side)
Screech: AIEEE!!! THE UGLY STICK!
N. Cognito: And I'm not afraid to use it! Now tell us!
Screech: Uhhhhh.
Fifteen minutes later.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!
N. Igma: I'm updating the network! Someone get that!
Blackeyez: Make Psycho do it.
N. Igma: Psycho! Get the door!
Psycho: Make Blackeyezth do it.
(Blackeyez chases after Psycho with an anime mallet. Psycho decides he'd
better get the door anyway.)
Psycho: (opens door) Yesssssssssthhhh?
???: Greetings! I am Xer-, I mean, Xavier. Xavier K. Ogglesworth, agent of
the Internal Revenue Service.
Psycho: Stho? Whaddaya want?
Xavier: YOU HAVEN'T PAID YOUR TAXES IN MONTHS!! YOU'RE PAST DUE ON
EVERYTHING!! UNCLE SAM NEEDS TO PUT BREAD ON THE TABLE TOO, YA KNOW!!!
Psycho: Okay, okay! Justht lemme get my wallet. Stheesthh! (Goes to get
wallet)
Xavier: Heh heh heh.
(Xavier slips in through the front door and goes into the main computer
room. Dark Porygon is in there playing video games, naturally.)
Dark Porygon: Sweet. Playing-Mario-Tennis-on-the-big-screen-is-awesome.
Or-something-like-that.
Xavier: Maybe you should get your slang chip updated.
Dark Porygon: INTRUDER-ALERT! INTRUDER-ALERT! (Turns back to screen)
Aw-man-you-just-made-Bowser-ace-me!
Xavier: Take a giga-bite of this!
(Xavier shoves a floppy "A" disk into Dark Porygon's snout. Dark Porygon
goes haywire and then falls to the ground, shut off-line. Xavier presses the
BACK DOOR OPEN button on the main keyboard and slips back to the front
porch. Finally Psycho comes back with a fistful of money.)
Psycho: Okay, I got the greenbacksth!
Xavier: What you've got is trouble!
(Xavier tackles Psycho and wrestles him to the ground as dollar bills fly
everywhere. Xavier pins Psycho to the floor and changes into his real
identity-Xerox!)
Xerox: Hah! You fool! No one can see through the disguise of Xerox!
Readers: Really? WE think you were obvious!
Xerox: Who asked you??
Psycho: Blackie! Enny! Helllllpp!!!
Blackeyez: (runs in with N. Igma) Huh?
N. Igma: What's all the-HEAVENS TO MURGATROYD!
Xerox: Heavens to Murgatroyd? Heavens to Murgatroyd?? What time period are
YOU in?!?!
Blackeyez: Come on Igma, we can take 'em.
N. Cognito: Maybe.but can you take all of us? (SPAM appears behind him)
N. Igma: How'd YOU get in here??
N. Cognito: The back door was conveniently unlocked. Right, Xerox?
Psycho: Hey, you tricked me!
Xerox: Like DUHHHHHH!!!
N. Cognito: Sic 'em, boys!
(Huge fight breaks out that is too violent to describe, plus it wastes time
and space and my fingers are getting tired from typing)
(Our entities are tied up)
Blackeyez: Like, déjà vu!
N. Igma: Think of something original!
N. Cognito: Hey, rope's all we brought. Besides, we're going to be smarter
THIS time around. We're going back to base-with you guys with us! Once we
chuck you in a couple entity-proof cells, THEN we'll take your palace and
DELETE your series!
N. Igma: Not our series! (Throws back hooded head) NOOOOOOOOOOOOO..
Psycho: You weren't from the IRS at all!
Blackeyez: He pretended to be from the IRS? Man, that's PURE evil!!!
N. Igma: ..OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO..
N. Cognito: And you have Screech here to thank. She told us how to get in!
Psycho: Screech.you wouldn't.
Screech: Psycho, I'm sorry. I wanted to break away, but.I was just so
afraid!
N. Cognito: You got your back turned on by your own girlfriend! Wait, that
doesn't sound right. Your own girlfriend betrayed you!
Chameleon: Much better, boss!
Muggsy: Suck-up.
Chameleon: Quit calling me that!!
Muggsy: Suck-up, suck-up, suuuuck-up; sucky, sucky, suck-up!
Chameleon: Hey! You wanna take this outside?!
(Muggsy, 400 pounds of pure muscle, towers over Chameleon)
Muggsy: Nah, you go out by yourself. (Kicks Chameleon out the door)
N. Cognito: Can we get on with this?
N. Igma: ..OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO..
Blackeyez: Iggy, that's enough.
N. Igma: ..OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO..
Blackeyez: IGGY! (Slaps him)
N. Igma: Ouch! Ah, I needed that.
(Our entities are dragged away by SPAM as the flashback ends)
END OF FLASHBACK
Cameron: See? SEE?? You DID take them!!!
N. Igma: Will ya shut up and get back in your own fic! I'd show you there
myself, but I'm a little tied up right now.
(Crickets chirp)
Dark Porygon: So-that-is-what-happened.
Misty: That's awful!
Ash: We gotta stop them!
Brock: But how?
Dark Porygon: They-left-me-this-e-mail. (Puts it on-screen)
"If-we-are-in-danger,-seek-the-elders. Go-to-Mt.-Silver." That's-all.
Josh: It looks like we're off to Mt. Silver!
Dark Porygon:
My-teleporter-is-not-yet-updated-with-the-G-S-locations,-so-it-can-only-take-you-as-close-as-Indigo-Plateau.
Then-you-are-on-your-own.
Ian: Well, for heaven's sake, Scotty, beam me up!
(Our heroes step into the teleporter and vanish)
Dark Porygon: Well-that-took-care-of-the-end-of-this-fic.
Now-the-narrator-must-tantalize-us-with-questions-like.
Narrator: Can our heroes make it to Mt. Silver? Will they be able to find
the elders and save the entities? And, most importantly, will they ever get
their new Pokémon? Find out all these answers next time in
G/S Capers Part 3: The Streets Are Paved With Silver!
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